Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next.
Monday, November 29, 2010
The night with eyes
The night is dark and eerie and no one is in sight. No lights in houses shine; only one street light glosses the sidewalk. A brunch nearby breaks off a tree. Wind is now all around me; it snarls and whispers in my ear. "Walk faster, get out", my mind tells me. Someone is watching me I can feel it. I trip and fall to the cold dead ground. Footsteps come towards me, but no one is there. I get up and run as fast as I can. The trees start to scream in the wind. Again my mind tells me, "Get out". There is a shortcut to my house, I run through the small path in the forest. Still I can feel someone's eyes are watching over me. No stars in the sky gleam down at me. Finally, my house is a few steps away. My body feels dizzy and my legs ache. What is happening to me? My body almost collapses to the ground, but I catch myself in the last second. I make it to the house and scurry though my front yard. A breath of relief comes to me. Too good to last, something as grabbed my ankles. My body plummets towards the front step and I hit my head hard. I can feel blood rushing down my icy cheek. My eyes go pitch black, and my body is completely numb.
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